Chapter 2- anything?
Alex's voice came out as a whisper but hoarse. "Anything you want" he said. Hmmm... Did you say anything I said as I leaned closer, a tiny smirk played on my face. Alex said annoyed, "yes anything". I slowly spread my legs open revealing my tight, bare and untouched pussy before him. He swallowed hard as he stared between my legs then at my face again. Kneel down and lick me, I commanded. Alex chuckled "Even if I wanted to I can't" he said. I raised a brow, "why not?. I'm also a random person aren't I? Alex looks between my legs then at me again he's jaw tighten as I spread them wider. He's hand clenched into fists." You look like a virgin and James likes you, I can't fuck my brother's crush, he said. I am a virgin but sucking doesn't count as fucking plus James won't know right? I said, spreading my legs even wider. Alex grins" You are really freaky and I— he said. You like it? I asked briefly. No! he exclaims. It's creepy for a pretty girl to be nasty he added. I roll my eyes, hurry before my pussy gets dry and cold. Alex's smirk grows wider. Yes my queen he says with dark desire in he's eyes. He sank to his knees at my feet, the movement deliberate, reverent. Desire flickered plainly in his eyes and lingered on his lips, unguarded and hungry. He traced his way closer, pressing soft kisses along my thighs, each one impatient, as if he were already reaching for more. I felt the rush of how badly he wanted to begin—and that was when I chose to slow him down, to take the reins and remind him that this moment belonged to me. "Hey! Said," slow down, your girl can wait" I added. Alex raised he's head "Are you telling me what to do? He asked." Yes, unless you want the world to know you are a fucking sex object". A sharp protest left Alex, half a warning, half a challenge, but it only earned a smile. The answer came without hesitation—less talking, more kissing—spoken not as a request, but a decision, closing the distance between them and cutting off any chance for further words. Alex continues kissing and licking my thighs then he pulled out my underwear and was about to Bury he's face between my legs. But I closed my legs on purpose, enjoying the way confusion flashed across Alex's face. His question came quick, almost offended, and it only made me feel more satisfied. I told him calmly—it was my right, and more than that, it was revenge for the insult he'd thrown earlier.
The realization hit him, and I could see it settle in as he called me out for setting him up. I didn't bother denying it. I just hummed, smug and unapologetic, silently daring him to deal with it. His reaction was exactly what I wanted—a low chuckle, equal parts amused and undone, followed by a blunt confession of how badly it had worked.
Hearing that only made me feel more in control. I'd slowed things down, turned the tables, and now he was the one struggling—right where I wanted him. Like I said bare with it, no one meses with Stacy Mateo. I stood up and turned to leave but Alex stopped me halfway. A smirk appeared on my face as I turned around, thinking he wanted to apologies and fuck me but he didn't. "You're forgetting something" Alex said as he raised my underwear in the air. "You know what keep them" I was already on my way out of the house when I ran into James halfway down the hall. He looked relieved, like he'd finally found what he'd been searching for.
"Oh, Stacy, I was looking all over for you," he said.
I shrugged casually and told him, "Just using the washroom."
He tilted his head, confusion slipping in. "How did you know which one…?"
"I didn't," I admitted lightly, then added, "but now I do. Your very kind and loving brother showed it to me."
That made him pause. His brows pulled together before he asked, "That's not like Alex. Are you going home already?"
"Yeah," I replied. "I'll see you tomorrow night for the next party. This one was unexpected, so I didn't really get to see how fun it was."
"I'm really sorry," he said. "Tomorrow is a costume party."
"Great," I laughed softly. "I'll come dressed as Harry Potter then."
He smiled, clearly amused. "You're joking, right?"
I forced a smile and a small laugh. "Of course I am. Why would I come dressed up as Harry Potter out of all traits?"
"You're cute and funny," he said. "Perfect for me."
That was my cue to leave. "I've gotta go now. It was nice seeing you tonight."
Just before I stepped away, he asked, "Is Alex in his room?"
"No," I said smoothly. "I last saw him in the kitchen. Yes—the kitchen."
"Oh, thanks. Bye," he said, already turning away.
The moment he headed toward the kitchen, I rushed straight into Alex's room.
This time, the girl was gone. Alex sat neatly on his bed, completely composed, reading a novel as if nothing had happened.
"Where's your food?" I asked. "She left early."
"I chased her away," he replied without looking up.
"Why?"
He finally lifted his gaze. "Because… I don't know. Why are you here?"
I met his eyes and said quietly, "I just wanted to warn you—he's on his way now."Here it is rewritten in clean prose, keeping the dialogue in quotation marks, the events intact, and Stacy's POV consistent:
Alex didn't even bother softening his tone. He looked at me flatly and said, "Thanks. Now get out before I lose my temper."
I scoffed, unimpressed, and shot back, "Oh, spooky. Or before you spring on me and fuck me?"
That finally got a reaction. He frowned slightly and asked, "Do you really want me to fuck you that bad?"
That was enough. I shook my head, irritation flaring. "No way. You're an asshole," I said before turning and leaving the room.
I headed back outside and found Miley, dragging her out of the venue with me. We went home and straight into my room. She wasn't nearly as drunk as I'd thought—she spoke clearly, acted normal, too normal for the night we'd had.
She flopped onto my bed and grinned. "So guess what?"
"What?" I asked, already suspicious.
"I kissed three random dudes."
I rolled my eyes and shrugged. "I almost got my pussy sucked."
Her head snapped toward me. "What? No way. Was it James?"
I shook my head slowly, then smiled.
Her eyes widened. "No fucking way. Alex? And you like him?"
I sighed and sat down beside her, then told her everything—from the moment Alex and I met, all the tension, the insults, the heat, the way everything kept spiraling into something more complicated than it should've been.
When I finished, she stared at me for a moment before saying, "So… you did it. Revenge?"
I didn't answer right away. I just smiled—because even I wasn't sure anymore.